Zhou Rui looked at Zhou's mother's ecstatic appearance and rolled her eyes.

He really wanted to ask Zhou's mother, "Mom, you are not short of money to spend. Are you so excited?"

But Zhou Rui didn't ask.

But it wasn't asked.

There are some things that Zhou Rui had to pour cold water on Zhou's mother.

"Mom, what did you say? My handwriting won't be sold." Zhou Rui will not make his calligraphy a tool to make money.

He doesn't need it.

Looking at her son's firm look, Zhou's mother wanted to say something, but she didn't say it out.

"Okay, I won't say it anymore." Zhou's mother also knew that Zhou Rui didn't need to sell his words to live.

But after hearing this, the old man who came to buy the words changed his face.

Doesn’t this mean that my plan has failed.

"Little brother, we can discuss whether the price is not appropriate?" The old man really wants to get Zhou Rui's calligraphy.

In addition to giving it to old friends as a gift, he also wants to collect one.

This has nothing to do with whether Zhou Rui has fame or not.

But the old man really likes Zhou Rui's calligraphy.

"Old man, you need to say nothing, my handwriting will not be sold. For me, writing is used to cultivate sentiment. If it is turned into a tool for making money, what fun is there? Old man, I don't know if you like calligraphy, but I think you should be able to understand me." Zhou Rui looked at the old man.

In ancient times, many literati were actually forced to make a living, selling characters, paintings, and then subsidizing their household income.

The famous Zheng Banqiao and Tang Yin seem to have done such things.

It's just one for life and the other for buying wine.

For literati, if it weren't for the helplessness, no one would have done so.

Because you will feel sad in your heart.

This kind of thing may be incredible in the modern era.

After all, you don’t make a bastard if you have money.

But in ancient times, it was indeed the case.

Think about Cao Xueqin and other literati.

Some people nowadays can only say that they pay too much attention to money.

Troubleshooting, cheating people...

Not to mention that Zhou Rui has money, even if he has no money, he will not starve to death.

He will not fall to the point of selling words.

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After hearing Zhou Rui's words, the old man couldn't help but nodded.

"Young man, you're right, I'm wrong," the old man sighed.

"I shouldn't have impressed you with money at the beginning. How about this?" The old man pondered for a moment.

"I really like your words very much. I don't want to give up. How about I exchange this item with you?" The old man took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

"What is this?" Zhou Rui was stunned.

"This is a pocket watch. Although it is not valuable, it is not bad. It is also good to collect it as a gadget. I use this thing to change your handwriting. What do you think?" The old man looked at the pocket watch in his hand and put it on the table.

"Old man, what are you doing?" Looking at the pocket watch on the table, Zhou Rui's face couldn't help but change.

"What's the difference between giving me money?" Zhou Rui looked at the old man and planned to take a step back, "Old man, do you really like my words so much?"

"I really like it," the old man nodded.

"In this way, I'll give you a dew of words," Zhou Rui thought about it and said.

Some people say that Zhou Rui is generous.

In fact, this is not a big deal.

He only gives it to those he recognizes.

For those who he does not agree with, no money will be exchanged.

What's more, Zhou Rui didn't feel how valuable his words were, so he could clearly go to his study to read them.

On the desk and in the trash can, all of them are calligraphy practiced by Zhou Rui.

When Zhou Rui is fine, he likes to write two pictures.

So the whole room was filled with his calligraphy.

a lot of.

"Don't", when he heard Zhou Rui's words, the old man couldn't help but waved his hand.

"I don't like to accept other people's things for no reason, let alone we are not familiar with them." The old man doesn't like to accept other people's things for no reason, but he doesn't want to owe Zhou Rui favors because of it.

You know, it’s easy to pay back money, but it’s not so easy to pay back favors.

The old man doesn't want to owe Zhou Rui favors.

"This pocket watch is just like a gift I gave you. Just give me a pair of calligraphy and paintings."

Zhou Rui nodded, "Okay, listen to you, it just so happens that I haven't practiced writing today, so I will start with you."

"That's great, can I go in and take a look?" The old man couldn't help but feel happy.

"Can".

Then, Zhou Rui, the old man and Lin Qingya walked into the study.

This study was transformed by Zhou Rui himself.

In the past, it was a grocery room with many farm tools, such as hoe board stubborn, rake hooks, brooms, dustpans, etc. Later, Zhou Rui cleaned up and put them in the hut outside.

At this time, a few pieces of white paper were scattered on the floor of the study.

There are words written on the paper.

The old man saw this and picked up one of them.

When I saw this, my eyes couldn't help but lit up.

I saw a poem written on it - the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground...

What excited the old man was Zhou Rui's calligraphy.

"Good words, good words." The old man looked at the words on the paper, his face full of satisfaction.

This word is more elegant than the words in the last prescription.

Zhou Rui put the things on the table aside and took out a piece of rice paper.

"Old man, what words do you want?" Beside Zhou Rui, Lin Qingya skillfully took out a high-end mokan from a box.

Then I took the stone inkstone and started grinding it.

Neither hurry or slow.

Very regular.

The old man didn't bother to admire Zhou Rui's calligraphy, "My friend celebrated his birthday, so he wrote that he was as blessed as the East China Sea and as long as the South Mountain."

This is the most commonly used sentence for birthday celebrations.

In fact, it's just auspicious word.

No use.

"Wait a minute", Zhou Rui took the brush, brewed it for a moment, and then made it overnight.

Unfortunately, I was a little bit too strong when I first made it.

So it looks very thick.

This also leads to the first word being big.

Very inconsistent.

"Sorry, let's have another one." Zhou Rui has become accustomed to such things.

Then, Zhou Rui started writing again.

This time, there are no flaws.

"How is it? Take a look." Zhou Rui asked the old man after Moji was dry.

"Okay", the old man took it from Zhou Rui's hand and looked at it.

This is quite satisfactory.

At this time, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and a dilemma appeared on his face.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Rui saw the other party's appearance, something was wrong.

"Mr. Zhou, I have a heartless request, I hope you can agree."

"You talk first."

"That's right, can I choose a piece of your calligraphy from it?" The old man pointed to the trash can next to him.

My face couldn't help but turn red.

"This... Otherwise I'll write another one for you," Zhou Rui was speechless.

He was embarrassed to ask others to choose his abandoned works.

Zhou Rui also realized that the other party really liked his calligraphy!
Chapter completed!